:.Byrn Baby, Byrn.: -- Aurora Fires

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Date Posted: 11:47:58 03/22/03 Sat
Author: Byrn
Subject: :.Byrn Baby, Byrn.:
In reply to: Kijalos 's message, "]=eden=[" on 15:44:57 03/14/03 Fri

:.The drakling smirked and shook his dark dial, disaproving.:

:.Pitiful. You are weak dragoness. Barely worthy of life. And so ungrateful!.:

:.He snickered, mocking her. Dark blood may change in perspective, but it was always dark. So this one may be handy later. But for now, she was useless. Disgusted to a certain extend, he turned and parted from the sable. Dissapearing into a daunting darkness that continued to seep into these lands.:

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> ]=eden=[ -- Kijalos, 16:16:53 03/22/03 Sat [1]

]=a harsh laugh broke from the 'ness. a sharp bark ripped from her throat, and she shakes her finned head. ah, some things would never change. so much like her family, this one was. but something about him was different, something... she could not talon what made him different, but she was sure. her family had not carried such darkness like a cloak, a mantle about their shoulders. they had worn blood and terror, yes. but not this. this drakling wore darkness like a shroud, a crown upon his royal crimson head. she watched him, the spot where he had been after he disappeared. after the shortest of moments, the longest of years, the silven stood and took again to the air. once more at home, a molten flash among cumulus, all thoughts left her and she was free=[

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